A Letter to My Daughter

Today you are 8 ages month

Me and your mother 

the happiest parents in this world

Every time I call your mother

She will happy and talk about you

Now you can smile

Now you can say “mama”

But I’m sad

Cause u can not say “papa.”

But I’m happy cause now you can smile

Your body blooms

As blooms as strawberry

that was asked by your mother when she was pregnant

You’ll become a good girl

You’ll bring the goodness to this universe

You’ll bring a basket with full of miracles and happiness

You’ll share them to the universe

You will flow in the river of joy

You’ll be the source of water that will be drink everyone

Who feels thirsty?

Maybe I’m too idealistic

I plant my hope to you

But you have freedom

Whether you want to follow where the birds fly or not

You have your own freedom my baby

Like Gibran said

You are not my children. 

You are the daughters 

of Life's longing for itself. 

I can give you love 

but not your thoughts. 

You have your own thoughts

I may house your bodies 

but not your souls, 

Your souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 

which I cannot visit, 

not even in my dreams. 

Me and your mother are a bow

And your are living arrow that sent forth. 

I only ask for one thing

If someday someone asks u who is the one that u really love

I will very happy if you mention your mother

I will very happy if you mention my name as the second

That’s enough for me

Athens, May 20, 2012